Locked up.

[Naitome]

It was pandemonium. The gutter ruckus sundering. Everywhere there was blood. Every scrap of dense space grating against limbs in bric-a-brac capsules of savagery. The shinobi seemed to pull from below, a dark fishing net in the slack bastille deep. They caught up to their keepers. They exploded, rankling malignity scintilla sparked into a sortie rush. They pooled around Naitome from all sides, the 'it' that constitutes the swarm.

A scythe careened down, was aimed to pierce Naitome's skull above where his eye's centered, met air and his own sudden grip as it was ripped from its wielder's grasp with brutal strength. Left arm at its hilt, twisted its head, the back of the blade's square wedge flowing down to be kicked by Naitome's curving right foot, ricocheting it up and back into its owner. A suit of armor tore at its middle, fell. The Jonin leapt over its thudding, vehement. His right hand bent low to grip the back of the fallen guard's helmet. He threw the corpse.

It knocked down scores of others with its flight, most shinobi capable of dodging its path even mid-combat; many did just this. Those that did not used its appearance as an opening, perhaps taking some small damage but pressing the temporary confusion to deliver their own killing blows. At the base level of Owira, what had been named "The End", Naitome spurned the rebellion as a swirling asterisk of killing blows. What remained were, with few casualties, all shinobi.

"Half of you stay here, the other half plays clean-up with me. We take each floor, one by one, from the bottom up. We're on Floor One, send a roaming guard set of ten to sweep, then sets of two to walk each floor after its been secured; clog all access to this floor up on Floor 3. Boobytrap 4 and 5. I'll play advanced guard. That's right, we're not leaving."

He said to a young woman, who amongst the fighting had seemed the most capable, the most thorough. She was a Chuunin still, he believed, though he'd seen her picture many years before, younger and more innocent. Heat in her gaze nearly argued at the out of place ordering-about, but as she craned to take in their survival show, she nodded quick compliance. The others followed suit, happy for the secure-feeling of military structure. This, they could handle, especially now.

Naitome stretched both arms up to their limit, snake-thin limbs extending in ways no normal man's could, gripped the upper edges of the broken sixth floor balcony. He pulled.

He let his body follow the tugging of his arms as their chakra-assisted embellish distended. Like a slingshot, he was catapulted up and above most. Drifted for scant seconds, then landed without the softened modification of his flesh in sight of the embowed top. The entrance was not so many floors away now.

Are those...children? What are they doing here? What's really going on? He wondered, beginning the slow gather of errant chakra into power he could use.

He would have to handle any future reinforcements himself, alone.

[Samanosuke]

    Mai reached him and together they left the prison behind. The blaring alarms slowly faded as they were swallowed by the jungle. Hopefully, Kaede was waiting for them.

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{EXIT!}
We're out this bitch.

[Haru]

Samanosuke — 42 EXP!!

[Kaeda Izumi]

Swiftly kicking away at the samurai trying to hitch a ride, she'd afford herself enough time to create her new birds. She'd throw both behind the samurai, then quickly transform them into their large bird form with crane like bills. They'd prod and pull at the Samurai, forcing him off Kaeda's present mount, freeing her to join flight in the building. She'd glance at the combat unfolding, it wasn't what she expected. She knew others were coming to help from outside and an alarm of chaos meant conflict, but all her life she'd lived on the stories of shinobi defeat and now she was witnessing the opposite. She knew nothing of these shinobi, but watching them fight was magnificent, the mayhem and cries of dying samurai.

She couldn't stand by and spectate though, she'd glance down the upper rows of the prison then by glance command her birds of down the rows. They'd use their bills to bother distract or pull samurai around, as a means to give the fighting shinobi a greater chance. It worked well as the longer narrow bills allowed for her birds to stay out of most Samurai's katana range. The birds weren't living though, so a lost bill wasn't a real lose to the young clay artist. It also meant the birds took arrows without much but a flinch in mid flight. Despite the commotion of battle it was the words among the people that the girl listened for strongest.

A plan was delivered despite a good amount of prisoners already seeming to make a break for it. She was shocked at the insanity of the plan, but already convinced by the earlier shinobi display the absolute commitment these men might take to these order. Kaeda wasn't all in for a suicide mission though, she however had confidence in herself to be able to escape even if things got harry. She didn't though see the point in getting herself caught up within the prison walls, she'd be limited in movement from the narrowness. It was then that she'd notice the sound of the ominous but distant sound of reinforcements. She'd heard such flying machines before, so she knew what to expect and sticking her hands once again into her clay pouches, each hand would eat two blobs, her mind set on as big of an explosion as possible.

"If they're to have a chance, then those reinforcements need to be stopped." She'd command her cranes to follow as her bird flew out the hole that'd been created earlier. She glared out into the distance at the approaching air support, she knew it was a fast way for them to transport multiple samurai without exhausting them, but she'd get a massive grin as she couldn't help seeing them as huge targets for mass casualty. "More wings, they're already too close." She'd murmur to herself as her left hand would begin forming six winged fairy dragon-esq bird, as her right hand worked to form a double winged hummingbird. Her clay was surely faster, but she didn't wanna risk them surviving the fall and getting to fight on the spot, she wanted to clear the distance as quickly as possible with as little chance as possible for her clay to be shot down.

In order to gain an even better vantage the kunoichi had her bird fly higher and higher, her cranes circling her to take any arrows launched for her. A ballista launching and taking down one clay crane, so she'd send the other to catch it's falling body, then drop it upon the ballista which shot the bird down. She'd not detonate the crane though as the ballista engineers seemed to remember the earlier explosions and simply ran. She took it the battle might lead to them holding this location, the ballista's might make nice anti-Samurai equipment later. Only one crane capable of flight she'd focus it's flight pattern back to disrupting and killing roof born samurai. Clearing the roof would make the landing party all the shakier... well if she'd leave them with a landing party. It'd just be a little longer she thought, as she'd meld the chakra with her tongues and mold the clay with her hands.

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{Izumi Used~!}Items: Kibaku-Nendo Standard Molding Clay x 4
Jutsu: Kibaku-Nendo, C1 (Exploding Clay, C1)
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m), Far (10m+)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: –
Chakra Consumption: Low
This is considered the lowest level of Bakuton created constructs. Simple but deadly, this effective combat technique allows the clan member to use their clay to fashion creatures and animals capable of bearing their unique Bakuton chakra. After withdrawing a bit of clay from their pouch, the clan member will use either hand-mouth in the palms of their hands in order to consume it, in the process infusing it with Blast chakra. The result are these small animated clay-dolls that often resemble animals and insects of nature. Best of all? Depending upon which variation is created, they will retain the abilities of the creatures they where modeled after.

Note: This creations take a full preparation post of “crafting,” after the hand mouth has consumed the clay. This means that the creations cannot be used in the same post that the hands eat the clay.

This technique allows the user to create up to 3 small creatures, such as a cat or bird, per blob of clay. Likewise, they can create one medium sized creature (wolves, lions, larger birds for traveling, etc) per two blobs of clay.

It should be noted that it would not expected for something the size of an ant or a spider to trigger an explosion more than a fourth of a meter. One should use their own discretion to decide how big the blasts of these explosions are but they should never exceed three meters more than the size of the creation itself.